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I DO NOT own Hetalia nor do I claim to. The characters belong to their respectful owner. I simply own the plot. Thank you for reading and please do enjoy the story.
"Oh Francis, Come, look at this!" The blonde haired female called. "One second Jeanne!" The blue eyed man called back. They had met a while ago. It was when Francis thought his life was over but out of nowhere, this heaven sent angel came to his rescue. He was so grateful for her.
She was a strong, brave and intelligent young lady. Her name- Jeanne, Jeanne D'arc. Once her blue sapphire eyes met his, he had instantly fallen in love with such woman. She was everything he could dream of. She was perfection in his eyes. All her flaws were seen as perfections; they added to her beauty.
"Oui, mon amour?" Francis asked as he reached the beauty. "Well, this is the battle plan. Do you like it?" She smiled up at him with hopeful eyes. Francis looked down at the battle plan. "Not too shabby, not too shabby." He smirked. "Francis! Is it actually that bad?" She frowned. "I'm just joking. It seems quite strategic, if I do may say so myself." He smirked cockily. "Thank you." She smiled brightly. "I was thinking; if the troops go this way and then they are to attack from here, we will be able to win that battle." She explained as she pointed at the map. Francis had not paid attention at all. He was too caught up in her features. In addition, the sound of her voice drowned him in a never ending pool of happiness.
« Francis. Pourquoi est-que tu ne m'écoute pas ? » Jeanne questioned. She loved the golden haired man but she was tired of him spacing out whenever she spoke. "Pardonnez-moi?" The Frenchman blinked, finally, snapping out of his everyday trance. "Francis. Did you hear me?" She questioned. "Oui, I did, I did." He smiled. "What did I say?" she asked. "Umm... Troops need to attack?" He stated more of a questioned. "Attack where? And how?" She quizzed. "Verdun? With swords and horses?" He smiled innocently.
"Francis, if you are not going to pay attention, I believe you should not be in charge." Jeanne huffed in annoyance. "Jeanne, mon amour, do not be so harsh. And may I remind you that I gave you the position of leader?" Francis grinned. "I do remember. It's just that you are the nation so why not get your arse up and focus on saving yourself. Honestly Francis." She sighed.
Francis stood from where he sat and filed behind the beautiful girl. He snaked his arms around her waist and rested his head on her left shoulder. He was the only person or thing who was to know she was a girl. She wore manly clothing and armour to hide her figure and her hair was cut short. She then leaned back onto him. "You need to rest a bit." He mumbled. "Once I finish this." She closed her eyes a bit. "No, go take a small nap. You are desperately in need of one, mon amour." Francis insisted. "Fine, but don't get yourself killed while I'm sleeping." She warned. "I promise I won't." He gently kissed her cheek and smiled at her blushing face.
Once she had disappeared behind the door Francis looked at the map. He paid special attention to the climate on that side of the land. After looking over the war plan he smiled. She was brilliant. There was nothing to stand in her way; she was truly amazing. That, my dear, was why Francis was so in love with such woman.
After Francis was done dealing with his problems for a little while, he walked into Jeanne's room. Collapsing on the bed next to her he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. As he tried to keep awake, both sleep and her scent pulled on his eyes to go to sleep. He had finally given in to the temptation you call sleep.
He dreamt of a nice sunny day, where he lay in a field of tall grass. Some Irises had begun to grow within it. He sighed in exhaustion. He was tired and everything hurt. It wasn't fair that Arthur had to hurt him everyday. In addition to think that he had been able to raise Arthur at a point in his life. He had grown up to be a heartless fool. Francis began to think of a way to win this stupid war. It had lasted so long and he wanted out. He needed out.
As he rolled in the grass he mumbled French curse word. "Pourquoi est qu'il me déteste ?" The Frenchman muttered. It was idiotic that Arthur continued to hate him. It was most definitely unfair. "Maudit, Maudit. Il veut ma mort." He added. "Il n'est pas juste." Francis could not stop his rambling. "Merde. Il est un chien!" He exclaimed in disgust.
"Monsieur, Pourquoi est-que tu maudisse?" An angelic voice called from above him. He looked up to see a beautiful angel in front of his sapphire eyes. "Pardonnez-moi?" He whispered ghostly. In reality, Francis was star struck by such woman. She was lovely. He had never seen such an angelic like figure.
"Why do you curse?" The rather young girl repeated in English. "S-sorry...I-I was j-just mad..." He was mesmerized by her beauty. She was gorgeous. How could a human be so close to an Angel? She must be one. No way was she actually real. She was too perfect to be human. She was...She was divine.
"That is no real reason to curse. Are you not Catholic? God does not allow such foul invectives to slip out of your mouth simply because you're mad." The girl nagged. "Now get up you dirty soldier." She shook her head at the sight of his torn and bloodied clothes. "Are you not an Angel ready to take me to heaven?" Francis looked up at girl- whom hovered over him. "An angel? If I were I would be taking you to Hell. You do not curse in front of an Angel. Please stand up because you are very much alive, sir." She muttered as she gave the tall man a hand.
"Merci." The Frenchman welcomed as he stood on his two legs. "I am very sorry for cursing in front of you young lady. I am just in need of help and there is not one around to help me." He explained as she led him to a small cabin. "If you want, I'm willing to help, Mister Soldier sir." Her blue eyes sparkled at him as she served some coffee for the man to drink. "Wine please." He demanded and she rolled her eyes. "Sir, I believe you just arrived from a battle so why is it that you want a drink?"
"Just give it." He repeated. "Fine, as you wish, Mister Soldier." She hissed. She poured wine on her most gorgeous glass. It had been an inheritance from her mother. The glass was divinely crafted. Rose vines crept from the foot of the glass and all the way through the stem, finally blossoming into roses by the wine bowl. She passed the man her cherished glass with red wine.
"How old is it?" Francis asked. "The wine is 100 years." She stated. This was the finest wine she had and she would only drink one sip a month. It was a bit sad to give her visitor such delicacy. "I meant the glass." He stated. "Oh, it's about the same. It was my mother's and before her my grandmother's." She replied. "Oh... It's lovely. By the way, my name is Francis Bonnefoy. What may your divine name be?" The blond haired man spoke. "Jeanne D'arc." She responded. "Wait, you're Francis? As in Minister of Militia Francis Bonnefoy? Right hand man of King Charles VI?" The girl stood from her chair and awed at the man in surprise.
"Yes, mon petite kitten." He chuckled. "Oh mon di-""Weren't you the one who told me not to curse?" Francis interrupted before she could finish. "Pardonnez-moi." She now bowed. "You said you could help?" He asked her as he dismissed her politeness. "Oh yes! I'll do anything you'd like me to!" She nodded. "You see, I had a vision where God had told me to help you." She insisted. "G-God?" The man burst into laughter.
The blond haired female grew rage. "If you do not believe me, the door is right there!" She spat. "It's not that I don't believe you. I j-just... Sorry." He tried to stop his laughter. "I'm sorry." He apologized once more to the peasant.
He awoke next to the beauty the next day. He sighed in exhaustion and turned to her. "Angelic as ever." He whispered to her. She grunted and dug her face further into the pillow. "What would happen if people were to find out that the famous military leader is a lovely Angel? How would they react? What would they say?" He added. "Shush, I'm tired." Jeanne mumbled into the sheets. "Of course my love." Francis replied as he gently kissed her forehead and slipped out of bed careful not to wake her.
After stretching he left the room and checked the map. He could not stop thinking how brilliant her young mind was. She was what? Nineteen and far smarter than Francis had ever been. He smiled and decided to admire her tactics. In every way he looked at it. In every way he looked at her; she was heaven sent. From her mind to her beauty she was an Angel.
"Francis! You did not tell me today was Sunday! Come on! We have to go to Mass!" Jeanne hurried out the building and awaited Francis out the door. A trumpet melody was played and all troops had gathered around the main tent. The Angel stood on crates. "Sunday Mass! Get ready! Eat! Pray!" She announced and jumped as she landed back on the floor perfectly.
Francis watched her answer the soldier's questions and he wondered.
"So you can help me?" He smirked at the peasant. "Yes! I can start off of scratch and I'll work my way up!" She cheered. "Fine. You're in the army. Congratulations. But, you're a girl if I am not mistaken, non?" He questioned. "I'll disguise myself." She proudly claimed. "Right...We'll see how it works out." He agreed.
That was the best decision he had ever made. It was marvellous how much he praised his past self for agreeing to such terms. It was amazing how much he would stare at her and think that there would be no one else who could ever be as brilliant as her. She was divine- truly one of a kind.
As soon as Mass was over Jeanne went on pursuit for all the soldiers who had skipped. She would make them go through hell to make up for what they had done. She was rather strict with her troops. Everyone one of them looked up to her as well. Although they didn't know that she was a lady- because if they did she would be killed- they really respected her.
"Jeanne...The king would like to meet with you once more." Francis stated as he saw the beautiful saint. "Arch Angel Michael appeared once more." She announced. She had seen many visions of saints and Angles whom persuaded her to join this army in the first place. Francis suddenly became ever so interested. Jeanne hurried to the battle plan map. "This can no longer happen. He told me to do this; Attack Reims." She moved little pawns onto the battle field.
"M-Mais, Jeanne. That's insane." A man protested. "No. Look, if we're to do this and this. Attack from here and there, we can gain control of Reims." Jeanne ignored his impoliteness. "It's brilliant. I can't believe I never thought of that." Francis smiled at the beauty. "Merci beaucoup." She grinned.
Francis walked to the yard as Jeanne focused on how to attack. The king was to come any second. He would meet her here in Loches. Francis walked back and looked at Jeanne. He dismissed the other Generals and sat alone with her. "Jeanne, go get ready." "No, first I must finish this right away." She stated. "Go get ready; you don't want the king to see you all dirty. Go and pamper yourself for once." He insisted. "Fine." She huffed in disappointment and walked into a room.
Francis sat and looked back at the war plan. Why must she be so brilliant? It hurt him to see her so caught up in this and not pay much attention to him but it was all for God, therefore making it worth it. He sighed and smiled as he saw her exit with her best armour. The shinny silver one which she only wore on days she believed were a success. "Perfect." He smiled at her. "You look gorgeous." He added as she sat. "When will he arrive?" Jeanne asked after a while of silence. "They'll be here in a bit." Francis replied with a huge smile on his face.
He stood and helped her to her feet. "You are brilliant and lovely, my little angel." Francis kissed her lips for a long while. He gently pulled away and smiled at her blushing face. She would always blush whenever Francis would do something like that. In addition, Francis found this absolutely cute. She was adorable.
"Is he not coming?" She asked. "He is." Francis assured.
Author's note:
I have been informed that you need translations...Sorry I hadn't done that already ^^" My bad...
Oui, mon amour = Yes, My love?
Pourquoi est-que tu ne m'écoute pas ? = Why is it that you don't listen to me?
Pardonnez-moi = Pardon me?
Pourquoi est qu'il me déteste = Why does he hate me?
Maudit, Maudit. Il veut ma mort = Dammit dammit, he wants to see me dead.
Il n'est pas juste = This is not fair
Merde. Il est un chien = Crap. He's a dog.. (It sounds better in French)
Monsieur, Pourquoi est-que tu maudisse? = Sir, Why is it that you swear?
mon petite kitten = my little kitten
Merci beaucoup = Thank you very much
Mais = But